Chu Yuening slowly woke up, and when she opened her eyes she saw her husband holding a painting with a genuine smile on his lips. It was obvious at a glance that he admired the painting very much.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes in disbelief, and the mist in her eyes dissipated, but the scene before her remained unchanged.
Oh no, A Zheng, are you serious?
Is it that your aesthetic taste has been distorted by your baby, or is it that your baby has inherited your aesthetic taste?
Just when Chu Yuening was in a daze, Ying Zhao keenly noticed that his mother had woken up.
He threw away the half-peeled lychee, ran to his mother, and shouted happily.
"Mom! You're awake~"
"Well, has Cub finished painting?"
"It's finished! Father also said Zhao Zhao's painting is great~"
The little guy with red lips and white teeth raised his head, his big curved eyes were full of smiles, and he showed off with his little mouth.
Chu Yuening fondled his little nose, and suddenly noticed that his little mouth was shimmering with crystal clear water.
She rubbed it with her fingertips in confusion. It was sticky and had a sweet smell.
She glanced at the pile of red lychee shells on the table and suddenly realized.
She shook her head and laughed, took out a handkerchief to wipe the baby's mouth, and taught him earnestly.
"Baby, although lychees are delicious, you can't eat too many, otherwise you'll get a sore throat."
"Yeah, Zhao Zhao knows, but...what does getting angry mean? Could it be that Zhao Zhao's body is on fire?"
"Pfft...cough cough...no, it's just that my tongue and throat hurt."
After hearing this, Ying Zhao frowned and suddenly felt a slight itch in his throat. He couldn't help but cough a few times and looked at his mother for help in panic.
The continuous coughing made Chu Yuening look worried. She held on to the sofa with her hands, supported her heavy body, and wanted to pour a glass of warm water for her son to relieve the pain.
Seeing this, Ying Zheng strode over and helped her up steadily. His handsome face remained calm, and his deep and steady voice was inexplicably reassuring.
"Yuening, I'll order the imperial physician to come and treat Zhao Zhao."
"A Zheng, no need. Zhao Zhao didn't eat too much. Just give him some warm water to relieve the pain."
"Yeah, okay."
Ying Zheng ordered the palace maids to prepare warm water, then picked up the unrestrained little brat and patted his soft and elastic little butt.
His expression was solemn, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes were stern, revealing an irresistible majesty.
"Yesterday you were too playful, today you are too greedy for food, Ying Zhao, do you know your mistake?"
"Woo woo~ Father, Zhao Zhao was wrong, don't spank me..."
A crisp sound rang out in the hall, and the fair and tender little boy's face turned red. He flapped his hands and feet in the air, trying to avoid his father's ruthless palm.
Chu Yuening looked at the scene of "loving father and filial son" with amusement. Seeing the baby casting pitiful glances at her, she turned her head away gently, pretending not to know.
Although the cub is still young and it is a child's nature to be unable to restrain his love of playing and eating, he still needs to be taught a lesson when it is time to do so, otherwise he will develop a spoiled and willful personality.
Seeing that his mother didn't save him, Ying Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears. Fortunately, the palace maid brought warm water at this time, and his father mercifully let his little butt go.
"Gudong gudong~"
"Hey, Zhao Zhao's throat isn't itchy anymore!"
"Zhao Zhao doesn't want to eat the branches, give them to Father~"
Ying Zhao held the cup of water and drank it all in one gulp. The warm water diluted the remaining sugar in his throat and relieved the itchiness. He cheered excitedly.
Seeing that his father still had a stern face, he diligently peeled a lychee, grabbed the crystal clear flesh with his little hands and held it up, his clear, dark eyes full of flattery.
Ying Zheng lowered his eyes and looked down at the fawning little brat, and his cold expression softened a little.
He squatted down slightly and ate the snow-white lychee. The overly sweet taste made him frown, but he finally finished it.
The diligent look of the cub was really adorable. Chu Yuening raised her eyebrows, a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes. She pretended to be lost and sighed slightly.
"Alas... I've never peeled branches for my mother. Do I only like my father and not my mother?"
"I like it! Zhao Zhao loves her mother the most~ Zhao Zhao will peel some branches for her right away."
Hearing his mother's lost tone, Ying Zhao suddenly became anxious. He quickly explained and picked up another lychee and began to peel it diligently.
Ying Zheng, who was slowly wiping the corner of his lips, paused. He put down the handkerchief, picked up the lychee, peeled it in a few seconds, and then handed it to his little wife's mouth.
Chu Yuening met the pair of phoenix eyes that were filled with affection, her pretty face blushed, she opened her lips and took the sweet fruit flesh in her mouth, her pink tongue tip seemed to slide across the rough fingertips unintentionally.
The numbing sensation spreads from the fingertips to the heart.
Ying Zheng's eyes darkened, and he stared at the rosy lips. Sweet juice oozed out, coating the red lips with a layer of shiny rouge, which made people's hearts flutter.
On the other side, Ying Zhao finally peeled the lychees, trotted over to his mother, and held up the crystal flesh as if presenting a treasure. Chu Yuening naturally accepted it with a smile.
"A Zheng, try eating a few too. They're very sweet and delicious."
"Yeah, okay."
The woman handed over a lychee, her slender fingers even whiter than the flesh. Ying Zheng stared at it for a few moments, lowered his head slightly and took it into his mouth, not forgetting to "return the favor" in kind.
Chu Yuening felt the warmth on the fingertips, and looked at the man shyly, her beautiful eyes moist and lustrous like a pool of autumn water.
An ambiguous atmosphere permeated between the two people, and their tender and affectionate eyes seemed to be intertwined and lingering, colliding with hot and brilliant sparks from time to time.
However, the "light bulb" little Tuanzi was very conscientious. He ran between the two of them and handed the lychees in his hand to his mother with an innocent and ignorant look on his little face.
"Mom, eat~"
"Yeah, it's very sweet. Thank you for your hard work, but mother can't eat anymore today."
"Okay, then Zhao Zhao will go wash his hands~"
Maybe he inherited his father's mysophobia, but Ying Zhao was particularly fond of cleanliness at a young age. At this moment, he looked at his sticky little hands, frowned, and followed his aunt to clean them.
Looking at the back of Zaizai walking away, Chu Yuening thought of choosing a teacher.
She turned her gaze to the man who was concentrating on wiping her hands, and her cold voice was filled with subconscious coquettishness.
"A Zheng, how's the selection of Zhao Zhao's teacher going?"
“It still needs to be carefully selected.”
"Why not wait until the county and palace examinations are over and see if there are any suitable candidates?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
Ying Zheng put away the handkerchief and gently wrapped his strong arms around his little wife's waist. His face was gentle and calm, but a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes.
Now the baby in her belly is nearly seven months old, and it is twins. Her slender waist that can be held in one hand supports the huge pregnant belly, which always makes him terrified.
On the contrary, Chu Yuening was very calm. After all, she had had this experience once. Although she was about to give birth, she still cared about people's livelihood.
"A Zheng, how is the compilation of the Chinese textbook going?"
"It should be soon. Those doctors have been working tirelessly lately."
"Well, we'll print an extra batch for factory literacy."
"Literacy?"
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